You know how they say there is always something to find, something new, perhaps even a 'thing'. Never fails, whatever the weather, however dark it is, wherever you go. Well sometimes, just sometimes there is nothing, not a thing, not anything at all. And even the things that are supposed to be there, completely nailed to the ground, have mysteriously disappeared. Well this was one of those nights - perhaps the only one. Windy and rainy and very dark to set out from Peat Cot where timber is piled high (No, that does not count!). Down the track to Older Bridge and on into the rain. Down, down, down before the turn up to the cross. Crazy Well Pool was well overflowing and not a sight of a newt let alone one of those wild swimmers. They can't be really wild or they'd have been in there on a night like this. Up and over with the track steadily extending to Cramber Tor. Now with the rain on our back out, very carefully following the track, absolutely guaranteed to take us to the trig point. BUT, it wasn't there, someone had moved it or taken it down for the evening. The track continued to the beautifully manicured cycle way and on to the car. Quickly past a very closed Plume to the Prince of Wales - always open. A chat with the warriors to catch up on all their news and plans for the next 10 years. Bill was there of course and very excited about the solstice and perihelion.
So that was it, the shortest and so perhaps the darkest Wednesday of the year. Days are drawing out from now on - We Made It again!